She was watching him closely. "Are you, after all is said and done, sure that you want to marry the daughter of William Blithers, in the face of all the bitter consequences that may follow such an act?

Think hard, my dear. She is being forced upon you, in a way. Mr.

Blithers" money is behind her. Your people are opposed to the bargain, for that is the way in which they will look upon it. They may act very harshly toward you. The name of Blithers is detested in your land. His daughter is reviled. Are you sure that you want to marry her, Re--Robin?"

"Are you through?" he asked, transfixing her with a determined look.

"Well, then, I"ll answer you. I do want to marry you, and, more than that, I mean to marry you. I love--"

"You may tell me, Robin, as we are driving back to the Inn together-- not here, not now," she said softly, the lovelight in her eyes.

Happiness blurred his vision. He was thrilled by an enchantment so stupefying that the power of speech, almost of thought, was denied him for the time being. He could only sit and stare at her with prophetic love in his eyes, love that bided its time and trembled with antic.i.p.ation.

Long afterward, as they were preparing to leave Pingari"s she said to him:

"My father is at the Inn, Robin. I ran away from him to-night because I wanted to be sure that our adventure was closed before I revealed myself to him. I wanted to be able to say to him that love will find its way, no matter how blind it is, nor how vast the world it has to traverse in search of its own. My father is at the Inn. Take me to him now, Robin, and make the miracle complete."

His fingers caressed her warm cheek as he adjusted the collar of the long seacoat about her throat and chin. Her eyes were starry bright, her red lips were parted.

"My Princess!" he whispered tenderly. "My Princess!"

"My Prince," she said so softly that the words barely reached his ears. "We have proved that Love is the king. He rules us all. He laughs at locksmiths--and fathers--but he does not laugh at sweethearts. Come, I am ready."

He handed her into the cab a moment later, and drew the long deep breath of one who goes down into deep water. Then he followed after her. The attendant closed the door.

"Where to, sir?" called Hobbs from the driver"s seat.

He received no answer, yet cracked his whip gaily over the horses"

backs and drove out into the slanting rain.

Hobbs was a dependable fellow. He drove the full length of the street twice, pa.s.sing the Inn of the Stars both times at a lively clip, and might have gone on forever in his shuttlec.o.c.k enterprise, had not the excited voice of a woman hailed him from the sidewalk.

"Stop! _Attendez_! You! Man!"

He pulled up with a jerk. The dripping figure of Marie ran up from behind.

"My mistress? Where is she?" panted the girl.

"In heaven," said Hobbs promptly, whereupon Marie pounded on the gla.s.s window of the cab.

Robin quickly opened the door.

"Wha--what is it?"

"Yes, Marie," came in m.u.f.fled tones from the depths of the cab.

"Madame Gaston returns long ago. She is beside herself. She is like a maniac. She has lost you; she cannot explain to--to Mademoiselle"s father. Mon dieu, when he met her unexpectedly in the hall, he shouts, "where is my daughter?" And poor Madame she has but to shiver and stammer and--run away! _Oui_! She dash out into the rain! It is terrible. She--"

Bedelia broke in upon this jumbled recitation. "Where have we been, Robin? Where are we now?"

"Where are we, Hobbs?"

"We are just getting back to the Inn of the Stars, sir,--descending, you might say, sir," said Hobbs.

"Drive on, confound you."

"To the Inn, sir?"

"Certainly!"

The door slammed and the final block was covered in so short a time that Robin"s final kiss was still warm on Bedelia"s lips when the gallant cab rolled up to the portals of the Inn of the Stars.

"Did you ever know such a night, sir?" inquired Hobbs, as the Prince handed his lady out. He was referring to the weather.

CHAPTER XXIV

JUST WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED

Even the most flamboyant of natures may suffer depression at times, and by the same token arrogance may give way to humility,--or, at the very least, conviction.

Mr. Blithers had had a trying day of it. To begin with, his wife raked him over the coals for what she was pleased to call his senseless persistence in the face of what she regarded as unalterable opposition on the part of the Cabinet and House of n.o.bles. It appears that he had experienced a second encounter with the Ministry only the day before. After sleeping over the results of his first visit to the Council Chamber, he awoke to the fact that matters were in such a condition that it behooved him to strike while the iron was hot. So he obtained a second hearing, princ.i.p.ally because he had not slept as well over it as he would have liked, and secondarily because he wanted to convince himself that he could parade their ancient halls without feeling as self-conscious as a whipped spaniel.

He came off even worse in his second a.s.sault upon the ministry, for this time the members openly sneered at his declarations. As for his progress through the enchanted halls he was no end worse off than before. It so happened that he arrived at the castle at the very hour when the ladies and gentlemen of the royal household were preparing to fare forth to the tennis courts. He came upon them, first on the terrace, then in the entrance, and later on was stared at with evident curiosity by white flanneled and duck-skirted persons in the lofty halls. He wished that he was back at Blitherwood where simplicity was not so infernally common.

He made the mistake of his life when he gave to his wife the details of this second conference with the Cabinet. He did it in the hope that a sympathetic response would be forthcoming. To his surprise, she merely pitied him, but in such a disgustingly personal way that he wondered if he could ever forgive her.

"Can"t you appreciate what I am doing for Maud?" he argued, almost tearfully.

"I can appreciate what you are doing _to_ her," said she, and swept out of the room.

"It"s bad enough to have one stubborn woman in the family," said he to himself, glaring at the closed door--which had been slammed, by the way,--"but two of "em--Good Lord!"

And so it was that Mr. Blithers, feeling in need of cheer, arranged a little dinner for that evening, at the Inn of the Stars. He first invited his princ.i.p.al London lawyer and his wife--who happened to be _his_ princ.i.p.al--and then sent a more or less peremptory invitation to the President of the Bank of Graustark, urging him to join the party at the Regengetz and motor to the Inn. He was to bring his wife and any friends that might be stopping with them at the time. The banker declined. His wife had been dead for twenty years; the only friends he possessed were directors in the bank, and they happened to be having a meeting that night. So Mr. Blithers invited his secondary London lawyer, his French lawyer and two attractive young women who it appears were related to the latter, although at quite a distance, and then concluded that it was best to speak to his own wife about the little affair. She said she couldn"t even think of going. Maud might arrive that very night and she certainly was not going out of the hotel with such an event as that in prospect.

"But Simpson"s wife is coming," protested Mr. Blithers, "and Pericault"s cousins. Certainly you must come. Jolly little affair to liven us up a bit. Now Lou,--"

"I am quite positive that Lady Simpson will change her mind when she hears that Pericault"s cousins are going," said Mrs. Blithers acidly.

"Anything the matter with Pericault"s cousins?" he demanded, inclined to the bellicose.

"Ask Pericault," she replied briefly.

He thought for a moment. "If that"s the case, Lou, you"ll have to come, if only to save my reputation," he said." I didn"t think it of Pericault. He seems less like a Frenchman than any man I"ve ever known."

Mrs. Blithers relented. She went to the dinner and so did Lady Simpson, despite Pericault"s cousins, and the only ones in the party who appeared to be uneasy were the cousins themselves. It is safe to say that it was not the rain that put a dampener on what otherwise might have been an excessively jovial party.

Stupendous was the commotion at the Inn of the Stars when it became known that one of the richest men in the world--and a possible father-in-law apparent to the crown,--was to honour the place with his presence that night. Every one, from the manager down to the boy who pared potatoes, laid himself out to make the occasion a memorable one.

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